Human beings are worthy of being the most proficient race at infighting, and the external enemies have not completely disappeared, and the contradictions between them are revealed like ripe poisonous sores.

It must be said that Lin Yibiao is ruthless enough, forbearant enough, and accurate enough. He is much stronger than Xiang Yibai, not only in terms of strength, but also in forbearance and treachery, as well as his grasp of fighters.

The death of the mosquito king like a self-explosion is an unimaginable ending for everyone, and the exposure of Thirteen Lang's identity shocked everyone, and at this moment when everyone was not yet awake, the Horned Worm Holy Son no longer hesitated and made a bold move.

A shot is a lore, and a shot will result in brilliant results.

Zhong Hanhan's sword shocked him too much, Lin Yibiao didn't know if she could send another sword, what he knew was that he would definitely not be able to stop it.

It's not that he didn't think about sneaking up on Thirteen Lang, but he couldn't carry it out, the roar of the mosquito king's self-explosion was too fierce, Lin Yibiao couldn't get close and didn't want to pay the price, so he naturally chose Mai Shaofei and the others. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that Thirteen Lang would survive, and even if he could, Lin Yibiao didn't think he still had the strength to fight again.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if Thirteen Lang is basically intact, Lin Yibiao will still choose to sneak attack Mai Shaofei and Zhong Hanhan, which is the only choice.

What is Thirteen Lang? Is he a spiritual cultivator, or is he a demon alien body?

It doesn't matter, no matter what kind of identity he is, there is nowhere to hide after the war. Even if he could escape from the autumn hunting land, he would inevitably be chased and killed by countless people, and Lin Yibiao didn't need to worry about it at all.

His combat power is indeed terrifying, but at this time, what else does he have?

The mana is gone, the body doesn't know what to do, the donkey is crippled, the flying ants are dead, what else does he have? Even if he survives, what can he do to fight himself!

So he laughed wildly, so he was proud, and proud.

Things have evolved to this extent, Lin Yibiao's autumn hunting trip is almost complete, how can he not laugh, how can he not be surprised.

He daxiao said, "Heavenly Wolf Holy Maiden, would you like to be a double cultivation partner with this seat?"

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"Idiot. Zhong Hanhan's expression was wilting, and he and Mai Shaofei held each other in their arms, and they didn't bother to raise their heads.

"Idiot!" Tooth snorted, struggling to get up from the ground.

"Silly!" Big Ash's assessment was the simplest and most disdainful.

"Alas......" Mai Shaofei shook his head and sighed.

In the distance, Thirteen Lang sat up from the ground tremblingly, staggered to this side, slowly cleaned up the battlefield all the way, put away the donkey who still wanted to say something, and then pocketed the corpses of those flying ants. Zuihou put the injured and the only remaining flying ants into the beast ring, and then released the few worker ants to clean up the remnants of the king mosquito on the ground.

His body was like that of a savage, unable to distinguish between wounds and intact, and his movements were orderly, quiet and peaceful, as if the things before him had nothing to do with him.

"You...... You guys...... You ......"

Lin Yibiao was a little stupid, thinking to himself that these people were crazy, didn't they know what the situation was now, and they treated themselves like this.

The only one who didn't make a sound was Lu Mo, the Blood Killing Saint Son was still so indifferent, slowly adjusting his breath, without any surprise.

"Lu Daoyou, the agreement between you and me ......"

Lin Yibiao suddenly understood, raised his hand and said to Lu Mo: "Destroy the burning spirit, you and I will divide the treasure of this place equally, how about it?"

Lu Mo shook his head slightly.

Lin Yibiao said with a slight face: "Daoist friends want to break the contract?"

Lu Mo still shook his head, and said in an indifferent voice: "I never break the contract. ”

Lin Yibiao was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Lu Mo said: "I only keep my word to the living. ”

Lin Yibiao sneered angrily and said, "What do you mean, Daoyou thinks that you are dead people below!"

Lu Mo nodded calmly and said lightly, "You are about to die." ”

"Haha, haha!"

Lin Yibiao laughed angrily, crazy daxiao, as if he had heard the best joke in the world.

"You think I'm afraid of you, haha, you think Imoza is as badly injured as you, haha, not only is my strength intact, but I also devoured ......"...,

"It's a shame that you're still a holy son, what an idiot. Yamu couldn't help but scold.

"What did you say!"

Lin Yibiao turned his head, looked at the half-dead Demon Soul Holy Son with a cold gaze, and shouted: "If you want to die, this seat will fulfill you!"

"An idiot is an idiot, and he will never be on the table. ”

Yamu's expression was contemptuous, and he sneered: "Who do you think you are? Become a mosquito and become stupid, do you really think you are the king of mosquitoes, and dare to suck the blood of the spirit clan?"

"What, what does the society mean......"

Lin Yibiao's body that was about to burst out suddenly stopped, and he looked at Mai Shaofei in horror.

He looked at a delighted figure, saw a pair of sneering eyes, and heard a few nightmarish sounds.

"Heart-destroying fire. Mai Shaofei opened his mouth and spit lightly.

With a bang, Lin Yibiao's stomach burst into flames, and he instantly turned into a burning man.

Streams of lilac flames scurried around like poisonous snakes, burning through his stomach, burning his internal organs, and burning out the poison that Lin Yibiao relied on to become famous. His belly exploded, and pieces of organs with fire flew in all directions, and Sensen's white bones were wrapped in flames, rendering a tragic beauty.

It is indeed beautiful, colorful, colorful and gorgeous, and there is a humanoid fireball dancing wildly in the air, how can it not be beautiful.

"Ah......h

Heaven fell to hell, destruction was accompanied by despair, and many pictures appeared in front of Lin Yibiao's eyes, and he became crazy in an instant.

Born in poverty, with a low status, he struggled from the bottom, and was subjected to countless bullying and humiliation; when his cultivation was high and his strength was strong, he met Xiang Yibai, who was noble by blood, and pressed him down and couldn't reflect.

Xiang Yibai died, Lin Yibiao got a rare opportunity for a thousand years, as long as he killed Mai Shaofei and others, he could obtain the qualification of the Holy Son; Even in that case, Lin Yibiao still didn't give up, he endured it bitterly, endured the humiliation of being shameless, and waited until now.

He succeeded, not only did he fulfill the elder's entrustment, but he also found out the change of dreams, and even devoured the blood that had the ability to die. He sneaked up on Mai Shaofei and beat the two to death in one fell swoop, and he couldn't help it and sucked Mai Shaofei's blood.

What's wrong with that? The enemy is not only used to kill, but also to eat! It's not the first time he's eaten a man, what kind of fault can this be!

Can't you eat the blood of the Burning Spirit Clan?weishenme?

I haven't heard of weishenme! Is it really as Yamu said, I was born to be down-and-out, why can't I turn over?

It's not that the blood of the Burning Spirit Clan can't be eaten, but those who have cultivated the Blazing Sun Fire and reached the Purple Flame realm are indeed not affordable for everyone. They are the darlings of fire, and every drop of blood and every molecule contains a rich firepower, which can be burned as long as the owner wants to.

Not everyone knows this secret, several holy sons must know, Lin Yibiao should know, but he doesn't know.

"I'm not convinced! I'm not reconciled!"

It seems that everyone who thinks they are smart is like this, feeling that the indelible flame of destruction is raging in their bodies, Lin Yibiao and Gou Xi let out an angry and unwilling cry.

It was useless to shout, the flames were devouring everything wildly, Lin Yibiao felt that his vitality was passing quickly, his body was gradually dying, and he was about to enter another shijie......

He looked at Yamu and saw countless ghosts, he looked at Lu Mo, Lu Mo didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, he looked at Thirteen Lang, who was holding the mouthpiece of the Mosquito King and was thinking, as if he was thinking about what kind of magic weapon to refine it into.

He looked at Mai Shaofei and at the damned, vicious, ugly face.

"I'm going to die with you!"

Lin Yibiao jumped up and slammed into the air at the two of them.

"Slash!"

A cold drink sounded at the same time, the sword light flashed slightly, and the horned saint son was divided into two points.

Lu Mo withdrew the blood blade, raised his hand to clench his fist towards Thirteen Lang, and said indifferently: "This knife will give you half of your favor." ”...,

Yamu looked up in amazement, thinking that this thing looked cold and a little silly, and his mind lived better than anyone else.

Thirteen Lang didn't care, he had already taken care of the battlefield at this time, walked straight to Lin Yibiao's corpse, ripped off his ring and the cloak, honestly put it in his arms, and said lightly: "These are the other half." ”

At this moment, even Mai Shaofei was dumbfounded, thinking to himself what are you two doing? It seems that this is the result of everyone's joint efforts, how did it become a matter for the two of you.

Lu Mo's words solved his doubts, and the essence in the eyes of the Blood Killing Saint Son flickered, and his expression was eager to try.

He said to Thirteen Lang: "Only I still have the combat strength here, the blood killing clan is far superior to other clans, and the Taoist friends will take away all the favors, so I am not afraid that I will turn my face?"

That's a good point, to be fair, although there are quite a few people in the field at this time, but the other great saint sons are almost crippled, and the thirteen Lang seems to have run out of hole cards; as for the ordinary clansmen, their battle with the demon mosquito is not over yet, and the blood killing clan has the largest number of people, and the Burning Spirit Wolf has no soul breaking spear to use. If Lu Mo is ruthless, maybe there is a real possibility.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Thirteen Lang smiled slightly and said, "You try." ”

Do you want to try it? Can you try it?

In an instant, a thousand thoughts passed through Lu Mo's heart, he really wanted to give it a try, if nothing else, the temptation to monopolize this place was too great. However, he didn't know Weishenme, he looked at Thirteen Lang's calm gaze, and he couldn't sacrifice the blood blade.

"He's obviously exhausted, and his body can't even stand steadily, what am I afraid of?"

Does he still have hole cards?

While thinking about it, there was sweat on Lu Mo's forehead, and the fierce light in his eyes flashed again and again, and he couldn't be determined.

"Stop making a fuss and get down to business. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't bother to look at him anymore, raised his hand and pointed at Lu Mo, and said, "Look at your feet." ”

"What's wrong with your feet?" Lu Mo lowered his head in amazement, and his whole body instantly became cold.

At his feet, his shadow suddenly squirmed, reaching out as if to come to life, and then a hideous grimace appeared and smiled at him.

"Bang!" The bloody blade in his hand slipped down quietly, making a few soft sounds.

"You're all right, are you?"

Thirteen Lang didn't bother to look at him, walked straight to Mai Shaofei, and said gently, "I'm leaving." ”

"Uh...... It doesn't matter. ”

Mai Shaofei waved his hand in a heroic manner, suddenly realized something, and asked in surprise: "What are you talking about? Where are you going? Let's go together!"

"yes!"

Thirteen Lang said with a wry smile: "My spy has been exposed, and if I don't leave, I won't be strangled to death by you." ”

Looking at the Burning Spirit Saint Son who was at a loss, Thirteen Lang's eyes showed warmth, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm going back to the Spirit Realm, I'll leave right away. ”

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